Grape (10): The Persistent Trance
The hypnosis app didn't stop working just because I hid its screen. Once the hypnosis took hold, the dazed state lingered even if I put the screen away. When giving new commands to Grape in her unconscious state, I'd shown her the app, but even during sex like now, she never snapped out of it. I'd piled on too many commands before, forcing her mental resistance to break the hypnosis, so I hadn't thought deeply about it—but this was worth investigating.
What if I said "hypnosis release"? Would all the previous commands unravel? That would be a problem. Should I stack multiple commands to force her awake? Like "raise your left hand, raise your right hand," over and over until resistance built up and she broke free?
I pondered for a moment, then pocketed the app out of sight, checked the screen myself, fiddled with settings, and finally turned it off completely. The faint hum numbing her ears vanished—the one I hadn't noticed until then—and the glow above Grape's head faded slowly.
Her focus returned. She touched her head and winced slightly.
"Huh...? Sweat...."
Only now, mid-sex, did she notice the sweat beading on her skin. She wiped her forehead with her hand. After a brief grimace, she slapped her palm below her navel and let out a hot breath, her face flushing as she looked at me.
"Nngh...? Wha...?"
Panicked, Grape stared blankly at my face for a second, then whipped her head away and bit her lip. Not wanting to show her softening expression, she forcibly furrowed her brows to keep up the angry facade.
"Wh-what...? Why'd you stop me?"
Before the hypnosis and sex, Grape had been furious, turning her back to head back to the office. Now, post-sex with pleasure lingering inside her and my face alone easing her anger, she was flustered. I bit the inside of my cheek to stay calm, then spoke in a steady voice.
"Thanks for saving me."
"Pardon...?"
"I'm grateful. You saved my life."
Separate from the sex, I was genuinely thankful for Grape rescuing and helping me. If she hadn't come out right away, I'd probably have been kidnapped by those tentacle monsters or dragged off by Esther to become one myself.
Hearing my thanks, Grape blushed, her face twisting in confusion as she turned away.
"How can you say thanks at a time like this...? That's not fair...."
Her voice trembled. She spun on her heel, her high heels clicking rapidly as she hurried through the rooftop door.
I watched her go, then—thirsty after sex—downed the latte she'd bought me. I still didn't get why she'd been mad, but with all the hypnosis commands in place, I could relax now.
Sorry as I felt thinking it, Grape's body was too damn hot to resist. Her huge ass swaying was mesmerizing, and her pussy felt incredible. It had me forgetting my back pain and soreness completely, if only for a while.
Anyway, Grape would be my hypnosis guinea pig from now on. Magical girls recover mana from creampies. I wanted to fuck her. She got her mana back fast as a magical girl, and I got to fuck her while learning about the app. One-sided, sure—but didn't we both win?
"Hm?"
Finishing the latte and about to head home, I spotted a familiar keychain under the bench where we'd fucked. The Squishy doll keychain I'd gifted Grape for her birthday—a mascot figurine from that pharmaceutical company. Weird gift, but as a subordinate's present, she'd kept it dangling from her Vision Phone. Must've dropped it during sex.
I pocketed it to return later. Could leave it on her desk, but I didn't want to see the department head's face. Not important anyway—tomorrow at work would do.
"Hey, you see that woman earlier?"
"Damn... her ass was huge...."
"Looked like she was searching the bushes. Find it for her, maybe she'll go on a date?"
Lunchtime must've hit some offices; suited salarymen dotted the street, trading empty chatter with coffees in hand. Ours would be soon too. Better get home before running into anyone.
"You okay? How're you feeling?"
"I'll grab some water from the convenience store. Can you stand?"
"Um... Aenger... actually, I've been worried about something...."
"This dispatched team leader gig—how far should I let it go? I have to leave eventually...."
"Once this project's done, I won't see any of you again. Will they really follow my lead no matter what?"
"Even the department head treats me like a subordinate 'cause I'm younger... but I'm leaving anyway...."
"Should I just stay quiet and go?"
"You've got a lot on your mind. That bald department head's just groping at you 'cause you're hot—ignore him. Why would a team leader kiss up to the department head? You're dispatched from a big firm for this project. Law firm, right? Legal advisor?"
"So? You're the team leader on dispatch. They see you working hard. If the department head talks down to you like that, he's the problem, right?"
"That confession... whatever. So, between tiptoeing around 'cause of it and not caring—which feels better?"
"Don't overthink it, Team Leader. Do what you want—they'll like you better carefree and focused on work."
"Take care. I'm sobered up—I'll get home fine."
"Yeah?"
"Hmmm...."
...I woke in bed, hand on my waist as I sat up. Finding Grape's keychain yesterday must've triggered a dream of the day I gave it to her.
The department head had force-fed me bomb shots, whispering it'd be hard to work if I didn't drink—till I passed out. Back then, she was a earnest newbie team leader working hard; eventually, she sharpened up, biting back at the department head and leading us like a true boss.
First dinner was right after she arrived on dispatch. The department head pressured me to confess; drunk, I did. She rejected me kindly, then kept some distance. On her second dinner—her birthday, I learned late—I gifted the Squishy doll keychain from my bag.
Squishy was the mascot for that pharma company's legendary penis-enlargement supplement—a pink, tentacle-snake character. In a world terrorized by Negatives and monsters, it bombed in popularity. The drug was a smash hit turned legend, but the mascot flopped fast. I'd bought the keychain from a grandma on the subway commute after eye contact and a sleeve-grab.
Giving such a lame gift was awkward, but seeing her tote it daily showed her character. When another employee gifted one, she said she'd rotate it since it was from a subordinate too—not her favorite, clearly.
"Nngh...."
Worried I'd forget to bring it to work, I stuffed the worn keychain from my nightstand into my bag and headed to the shower.
Hypnosis app aside, it was time to go back to the office. Couldn't quit yet. Just drop it on Grape's desk.
"Ow ow ow...."
Scrubbing my back in the shower, I twisted and groaned. Sex with Grape felt great, but my back still ached. Normal sex was pure bliss, but magical girl mode left a bigger toll. Guess I'd slap on some pain patches for work today.